Seaside Avenue (Cedar Cove #7)(84)

Rachel had been riddled with doubts before. She’d given this weekend everything she had. Nate had been with her almost every minute and while living in the public eye certainly wasn’t her forte, it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought.

Early on Sunday, Nate and Rachel left for the airport together. Both his parents hugged her farewell and repeatedly thanked her for being part of this important event.

Because their flights were going to different cities, she and Nate went their separate ways at the airport. Rachel’s one regret was that they’d had practically no time alone.

Nate kissed her as they prepared to go to their departure gates. “You were terrific,” he said, smiling down on her. “Absolutely terrific.”

“So were you.”

“I didn’t realize how much I missed all of this,” Nate confessed. “Being with the constituents who support our position is invigorating.”

Rachel murmured her agreement.

They talked for a few more minutes and kissed again. By the time she made it to her gate, the flight had already started to board. Settling back with a couple of new magazines, Rachel took a deep breath and tried to relax.

After spending these days with Nate, she was more certain than ever that he’d enter politics. He hadn’t told her of his decision, though, and now she understood why. He’d wanted to see how this visit went. It wasn’t a comforting thought.

On her arrival in Seattle hours later, Rachel found Bruce and Jolene waiting for her in baggage claim. The second Jolene saw her she skipped over to Rachel’s side.

“Rachel!” she cried as if they hadn’t seen each other in years.

Rachel hugged her, twirling her around, although Jolene was almost too big for that now. Hard to believe she’d be in junior high next September.

“So,” Bruce said, hands in his pockets. “How’d it go?”

“Really well.”

He didn’t seem happy to hear it. If anything, he looked irritated and out of sorts. Rachel wanted to confront him, ask what was wrong, but Jolene acted like a playful puppy, demanding attention as they walked toward the parking garage, making serious conversation impossible.

“So how was Lover Boy?” Bruce asked as he set her bag in the car trunk.

Rachel glared at him. “I wish you wouldn’t call him that.”

“Sorry,” he muttered. “Sailor Man, then.”

“He has a name, you know,” she said sharply.

“All right, how’s Nate?” Bruce opened the passenger door for her.

“Very well, thank you.”

“Can we go out to eat?” Jolene asked, clambering into the backseat and searching for her seat belt. “I want to hear about the rally.”

“No,” Bruce said. “We’re not going out to eat.”

A little shocked by the vehemence of his response, Rachel turned around and looked at his daughter.

“He’s been in a bad mood all day,” the girl told her.

“I have not,” Bruce barked. “Didn’t you say you have homework to finish?”

“I do, but it’s no big deal.”

Rachel snapped her own seat belt into place. “We’ll go out another time, okay?” she suggested in an effort to keep the peace.

“Okay,” Jolene said, easily mollified.

Judging by his dark, brooding expression, Bruce had no interest in spending time with Rachel. After those kisses, this was precisely what she’d been afraid of.

The drive back to Cedar Cove seemed to take twice as long as usual. Rachel managed to carry on a somewhat disjointed conversation with Jolene, mostly about sixth-grade gossip, who liked whom and so forth. Bruce ignored them both. When he pulled up in front of her house, he stomped out of the car to remove her suitcase from the trunk.

“See you soon,” Rachel promised Jolene.

“Okay.”

Bruce had already dropped her suitcase on the front step and started back toward the car, head down, his gaze averted.

“Thanks for the ride,” she said.

“It was nothing,” Bruce mumbled as he stepped past her. Her key was barely in the lock when he roared away.

Thirty-Three

Grace couldn’t stop worrying about Olivia and the upcoming biopsy results.

Her friend minimized her fears, but Grace wasn’t fooled. Olivia was afraid. Jack, too. The biopsy had been done and the lab required two days to do an analysis. This was the second day.

Just as she was about to go for lunch, the phone on her desk rang. “Grace Harding,” she answered. “How can I help you?”

“Grace.”

It was Olivia, and she didn’t need to say another word. The tone of her voice said it all. Cancer. “Where are you?” she asked.

“At home. I didn’t go the courthouse today.” She paused. “My doctor called a few minutes ago.”

“Listen, don’t move, I’m on my way.” Grace forgot about lunch. Her appetite had vanished the second she heard Olivia’s voice. For two days she’d eaten practically nothing; all she could think about was her best friend and what she might be facing. “I’m leaving right now.”

Grace arranged to take the rest of the day off, then rushed out the door, almost forgetting her coat and purse. She was outside before she’d even slipped her arms into the sleeves.